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"Yes, your will, my Lord." Margaret nodded.

As she nodded, an old sword jumped into Margaret's eyes amidst the chaos. Looking at this strange yet familiar sword, a strange feeling surged into Margaret's heart, making her stunned.

"What's wrong with you, Margaret?" Russell asked curiously, looking at Margaret who was in a daze.

Margaret lost her usual composure. She took a deep breath, her voice trembling, "That, that, that sword. That's the sword Dad used!"

Russell looked in the direction of the sound, then he bent down, picked up the sword, and handed it solemnly to Margaret.

Margaret trembled as she examined the scabbard. "Yes, yes, it's the sword my father used! Look, my Lord, I made these two scars on the scabbard..."

Seeing how old this familiar sword, which her father used to practice martial arts and play with her when she was young, had become, Margaret finally felt that it was from fifty years ago.

However, she didn't have time to comment on the passage of time, as a terrifying suspicion gripped her mind. She drew her sword and looked at the blade, which was also covered in rust from neglect. With a trembling voice, she asked the knights who had been rescued, "Do any of you know who brought this sword?"

Margaret's eyes were filled with both hope and fear.

What she hoped for was to reunite with her aged brother decades later, but what she feared was that her brother had died in the previous conflict.

Friedman's voice was weak. He pointed at the old knight who had fallen to the ground and said, "It belongs to that old knight. He treasured this rusty sword very much, so I paid attention to it..."

Before Friedman could finish his words, Margaret had already hugged her head and looked at Russell with pleading eyes.

Seeing Margaret trembling with nervousness, Russell walked quickly to the old knight, felt his breath, and found that the ragged old knight had passed away.

Although he thought it unlikely that a so-called "Knight Protector of the Nation" would be dressed so poorly, and certainly not die in such a corner without anyone paying attention, Russell quietly injected flames into him just to be on the safe side—he was his brother-in-law.

Unfortunately, perhaps because the old knight was exhausted, the flames were unable to give him new life.

Russell turned to Margaret with an apologetic look and shook his head regretfully.

Margaret forced herself to walk to the old knight unwillingly. She pushed aside the old knight's messy hair and was about to say something when she let out a long sigh.

"Not William, not William, great, not William."

Margaret, who suddenly felt relieved, finally couldn't hold on anymore and her legs went weak. Then, Russell quickly pulled her back and she fell into his arms. She closed her eyes tiredly and leaned her head back on Russell's chest.

At this time, Friedman did not dare to continue speaking.

Who on earth is this Ms. Walhausen? Why would she address an old knight in his fifties or sixties as William?

The Walhausen family only has one Knight Protector, William, and she actually calls him by his name... Then who is the "father" she is referring to?

When this gentleman said to Ludwig that you are not worthy of being called Ludwig, in what capacity did he say this?

This Excellency was also named Margaret. And Sir William's sister, the one who died in the demonic invasion on Saint Blanc fifty years ago and nearly became the Queen of Usedom, was also named Margaret...

No, I'm still a seriously injured patient and can't think of such exciting things.

Friedman was frightened by his own bold guess. He didn't dare to think further. He simply rolled his eyes and fainted again.

At this time, a villager walked over and looked down curiously. "Huh? Isn't this old Alvin? Did he really become a knight? How did he die here?"

"Old Alvin? Do you know him?" Russell asked curiously.

"Yeah, it's old Alvin. Haha, who in this village doesn't know him? He's idle and has dirty hands." The villagers didn't seem to feel much about old Alvin's death and sneered twice.

Then the villager realized that he was talking to an old man, and suddenly panicked again: "Master, I, I am not..."

"If you explain clearly what happened with old Alvin, I won't bother with you anymore." Russell waved his hand.

In fact, Russell had not intended to make a fuss about it. He had only returned to the civilization of this world for a few days and was not yet accustomed to this hierarchical society.

"Yes, yes! Praise you, Master Russell, you are magnanimous, you are a true knight!" The villagers still nodded and fawned, and inferior flattery came rolling in.

It wasn't until Russell's expression turned impatient that the villagers started talking about business.

It turned out that this guy had been idle and didn't like to work since he was a child. He wandered around the village stealing things and made people hate him.

He was driven out of Meldorf until twenty-four years ago by his predecessor, Lord Adrian Heinrich, who had returned to his territory after the war.

When he was exiled, he complained that there was nothing great about a knight returning from a defeat, and he also wanted to be a knight in Meldorf village.

When the news reached Adrian's ears, it hit Adrian's sore spot. He was furious and threatened to kill Alvin with his own hands if he saw him again.

From then on, Adrian's temper became more and more irritable. The defeat had left a deep shadow in his heart, and he suspected that the villagers despised him in their hearts like Alvin did.

The thing that really doesn’t work out for Big Brother is most afraid of is the question “Is Big Brother still okay?”

Despite this, Alvin, who was very tough, often sneaked back to the village.

However, Alvin seemed to have really changed his ways and stopped stealing from the villagers, so the villagers would just mock him verbally or even provoke him to beat him up, but he would just smile and not fight back, so the villagers would not report his whereabouts to Adrian, whose temper was getting worse and worse.

"He boasted more than once about being able to get some really good stuff on the black market in Gritzburg. Unfortunately, I'm a country bumpkin and don't have much experience, so I can't tell what he's got."

The villagers finally said this.

Having witnessed with their own eyes how much Russell and Margaret valued the rusty sword, the villagers swallowed the word "tattered" back into their stomachs.

In Gritzburg, on the black market, where could one actually buy Margaret's father's belongings? Where did they get them?

Russell frowned in thought.

Seeing that the villagers had emptied their stomachs, Russell habitually thanked them and waved his hand, indicating that he could leave.

The villagers were so frightened by Russell's thanks that when they saw him waving his hand, they immediately ran away as if they had been pardoned.

My god, this master is really a smiling tiger! He is such a vicious person, he smashed the church bell with a sword, and he actually said thank you in a nice way!

Wait, could Old Alvin really have gotten himself some good stuff on the black market in Gritzburg? What good was this rusted, useless sword?

After the villagers thought they were safe, they began to think of the sword with trouble.

There are so many strange things happening today! Mr. Smiling Tiger actually likes junk!

The villagers felt that no one would believe this story even if they told it at the entrance of the village.

"I always feel that the black market in Gritzburg is extremely powerful. It can actually get my father's relics. I really want to visit it." Margaret smiled.

Even someone as slow-witted as Eleanor felt that the smile was chilling and full of murderous intent.

148 Training Rights

"Yes, of course we will go to Gritzburg and get to the bottom of this matter, but not now. Let's wait quietly for a while." Russell said.

Before Margaret could say anything, Rosalyn was dissatisfied. She stared at her with wide eyes and said, "Why? What are you waiting for? Why don't we just go to Gritzburg directly?"

"How much do we know about Gritzburg, the new royal city of Usedom?" Russell asked with a smile.

Rosalyn was unconvinced. "I don't know much. But if we don't ask someone who knows, we'll never understand."

Russell smiled and nodded: "Yes, but the person who knows the royal city will be here soon, why don't we wait patiently for him to come to us?"

"Huh? Why?" Rosalyn opened her eyes wide in surprise.

Russell spread his hands and pointed at the hall, which had been mostly cleaned out and looked like a ruin. "Such a big thing happened here. A black princess who had disappeared for decades suddenly appeared. If she just showed up, it would be fine. But she also killed so many knights at the same time. How can such a thing be covered up?"

"Especially, the new owner of the Meldorf Manor is actually an accomplice of the Black Princess—or more precisely, the Black Princess is disguised as Elda Heinrich's maid."

"If it were you, would you suspect that all this is a conspiracy by the royal family against the knights?"

Rosalyn was stunned. "Huh? Ah? Oh, that's right! You can think like that!"

Russell couldn't help but laugh. It seemed that Rosaline's uncle protected her too well. She was a naive wizard lady and had no political sensitivity at all.

"If all the knights were dead, it would be fine. But if two-thirds are dead, and there's still a third left, there's no way to hide this news. Unless the Usedom royal family intends to use this as an opportunity to overturn the table, they will definitely send someone out to make a political statement, and it won't be too low-ranking. Why don't we just wait for him to arrive?"

Eleanor heard Russell's disrespect for the Usedom royal family, and she asked unconvincedly, "Humph, how do you know the royal family won't use this opportunity to overturn the table?"

Russell looked at Eleanor with amusement, which made Eleanor feel flustered. She quickly pretended to be afraid and lowered her head to cover up her shyness.

Ahhhhh! What the hell is going on?! I used to hate Russell! Why, after getting into this body, does he make me blush just by looking at me?!

I, Princess Eleanor, am not such a frivolous woman! There must be something wrong with this body, it must be!

Eleanor's heart was pounding, and she was trying to distance herself from the matter.

Margaret originally wanted to reprimand Eleanor, the unruly slave girl, but when she saw that Russell made Eleanor "bow her head and reflect" with just a look, she did not pursue Eleanor's responsibility anymore, but continued to stare at Russell with burning eyes and listen to Russell's explanation.

"Is there any conflict between the royal family and the knights? It is the church, not the royal family, that is competing for power with the royal family. As long as the king is a normal person, he will not push the knights completely to the side of the church at this time." Russell said with a smile.

It was impossible for Eleanor to say that her father, the King, was abnormal just for the sake of arguing, and she was also afraid (or shy) to look Russell in the eye, so she stopped and kept silent.

But Francine is also someone who enjoys arguing with Russell, who "stole her sister away", and she doesn't care about Eleanor's feelings.

Francine asked with a hint of ridicule, "Hahaha! Russell, you know, the so-called royal family inherits the throne through blood. Isn't it uncommon for the king to be a fool? This isn't a magical republic like Vitalos!"

"Look at the Black Princess's crazy appearance, and then look at this stupid Eleanor. Why do you think the King of Usedom is a normal person?"

Eleanor immediately retorted unconvincedly: "You are the stupid one!"

"You're stupid!"

"No, you're stupid!"

The situation quickly degenerated into a quarrel between children.

Then, with two bangs, the quarreling children quieted down.

Rosalyn banged on the box. The noise startled Francine, who looked at her smiling sister and fell silent with a wave of fear.

Margaret grabbed Eleanor's hand and slapped it hard on the palm: "Slaves are not allowed to speak loudly in front of their masters. How did you learn the etiquette lessons of the palace?"

Eleanor wanted to burst into tears, but seeing Margaret's stern face, as if she would beat her again if she didn't obey, she suppressed her tears with a wronged look.

Margaret turned away and said, "My Lord, if you don't mind, please let me educate her. I promise that within a week I will teach this naughty slave girl to obey the rules."

Hmm? It seems like it would be a good idea to let Margaret take Eleanor down a notch to cool her down.

Although Margaret avenged her mother by piercing the Black Princess' heart with her own hands, she still hadn't gotten over the fact that Eleanor had tried to take over her body.

Russell felt that allowing Margaret to vent her emotions at appropriate times would be beneficial to her physical and mental health.

As for Eleanor...she is not his woman now.

Besides, even if she becomes his woman, he still has to distinguish between close and distant relatives.

If Margaret wanted to deal with Eleanor, Russell would not have any sympathy for Eleanor anyway.

Eleanor secretly glanced at Russell and saw that Russell seemed to be moved, which made her feel even more aggrieved: Ahhhh, you didn't help me, but instead stood on the side of Margaret, this vicious woman!

What can I say? I can only say that Eleanor is indeed a real princess, and she has a serious princess syndrome.

Although she felt extremely aggrieved, the fact that all these women needed Russell to make the decisions quickly helped Eleanor find her place - it was no different in that everyone in the palace revolved around her father!

Eleanor then demonstrated remarkable adaptability.

She looked like she was about to cry, and hid behind Russell: "Wow, Master, please educate me yourself, okay? Don't hand me over to that witch, to Miss Margaret, okay? I, I will be obedient!"

Humph, isn’t it just calling “master”? It doesn’t seem to be much different from calling “father”.

Eleanor was furious in her heart, but her face still looked pitiful.

Margaret seemed not to have heard Eleanor call herself a witch. She looked nonchalant and said, "If my Lord wants to train the slave girl himself, that's not a bad idea. The first slave girl should always be trained by yourself so that she will be considerate and sensible."

So, that's how it was settled.

At this moment, Eleanor was still cheering for victory in her heart, and she couldn't suppress the smile on her face. She was very glad that she did not fall into Margaret's hands.

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149 Slave Girl and the Hanged Man

Eleanor was still too young at that time. She had no idea that whether she fell into the hands of the red-faced or white-faced man, the ending would be the same, and at most the process would be slightly different.

Russell had no sympathy for the spoiled princess Eleanor—and he was aware of her attempts to take possession of either Margaret or Rosaline.

So, that night, Russell took Eleanor back to his room and began to educate her personally.

Russell couldn't help but whistle when he saw Eleanor's exposed body after she took off the only blouse provided by Margaret under orders.

Even in a hostile position, Russell had to praise the taste of the body that the Black Princess had prepared for him.

The Black Princess is somewhat dependent on reproduction, so she has used a lot of the knights' vitality to ripen this body, which seems to be over-mature.

She has a perfect figure with big breasts and hips, and her curves are very perfect. Combined with Eleanor's naive expression of not knowing what will happen next and her instinctive shyness, the contrast is even more lethal.

"Put your hands down, don't cover them, let me take a good look." Russell resisted the urge to pounce on her and ordered.

Eleanor hesitated and did not move. She still held her heavy breasts with one hand and covered the promised land with lush grass and flowing milk and honey with the other hand.